Yesterday was Twelfth Night, the last of the traditional Twelve Days
of Christmas. It's gone and taken with it the Twelve Drummers
Drumming,
Eleven Pipers Piping and the rest of that leaping, dancing, twittering
lot. If you went in for Twelfth Night festivities -- the way my Regency
folks probably did -- you'd be sleeping off a surfeit the food and drink
today
We've come to the feast of Epiphany.
In my house, this is the day we take all the Christmas stuff down.
I
had a small, small Christmas tree this year. Green branches in various
places, but a small tree. Many beautiful presents from friends and
family. Much love. But not so much decoration of the house. (The Kid
had all four wisdom teeth out two days before Christmas so I was mostly
figuring out how to be festive with no solid foods.)
Today I took
the little tree down and de-decorated it. I will go out in the next
couple days and plant it in a specially wondrous spot at the edge of the
woods. For me, here at the beginning of the year, this is re-creation
and new committment and planting a tree goes with that.
In other news, Epiphany is the day the Magi show up, bearing gifts. Melchior,
Caspar, and Balthazar bringing gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
Somehow I always think of camels on this date. They're bad-tempered, if you were wondering, and they bite.
I've posted this over on WordWenches
here, if you want to see the comments.
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